Heroes Needed...

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  1. lewy

    lewy Lewy the lethal lunatic!

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    Lora sat by herself in a corner, watching the fun.
    She grinned to herself, and drunk carefully.
    There had been some fancy moves out there, and she considered joining in herself.
    On which side she knew not, but probably the side with least fighters, so that she could get her share of the killing.
    As she sat there, grinning to herself, a thug approached her.
    He had seperated from the rest, obviously eyeing the chance of sneaking away into an alley and rape her when no one watched due to the fight.
    She almost sighed and rolled her eyes. Almost.

    The man's face was nearly touching her own, and his breath smelled from alcohol.

    "OI, sweetie... Wanna join me to the alleyway, eh? Oh, and if you don't wanna, the more fun it is for me..."

    He cackled drunkedly, and stretched his arm for her...
    That's it, she thought in rage.

    "Fool! If you shall truly stand a chance to rape me you must be sober, and a whole damned lot better at fighting!"

    He grunted in surprise as she rose, throwing him off her together with the table.
    He groaned, and pushed away the table, getting to his feet.

    "As me said... The more fun..."

    Lora snarled, and felt a light tremble coming with the blood rage.
    The man threw himself at her, and with a swift movement she stepped aside, allowing him to dive past her.
    When his neck was passing right next to her, she brought her hand down in a chopping motion. There came an ugly, breaking sound, and when the thug hit the ground he went limp, not to rise again.
    She snarled one more time, and spat on him.
    Then a voice demanded her attention.

    "OI! She got Roald! Take her down!"

    Three thugs seperated from the others, and charged towards her.
    She almost grinned, and let her two daggers fall into her hands from somewhere inside her sleeves.
    No way back. They aimed only to kill her, this time. This could be fun...
     
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    Crusader Disturber of the Peace

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    Lucan could see the tears in her eyes, just as they were all those years ago.

    Soft drops running down pale slender cheeks, so much like blood flowing from an open wound.

    She had been wounded, as he had, as had they all, in ways too deep and too terrible to forget, and so he had never let himself forget even after all the years.


    The night air had a bitter chill to it, the lingering warmth of summer long gone, winter’s full wrath yet to come, a twilight of the seasons almost.

    Lucan adjusted the pack on his shoulder and walked on through the night along the cold lonely road, ahead lights highlighted a small town or village. It had been too long since he’d checked a map to know its name, and far too long for him to care. Just one more dank pit to wallow in, searching for that elusive person.

    He paused to scratch his beard and let out a long sigh, looking into the moon. How many years now? Ten? Too long for anyone to keep walking, but never too long to forget.

    Tears, so many tears had been shed. And the blood, spilt in vain.
     
  3. I. R. Shogun

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    What a pathetic thing this was. Dack had started this fight and already he was bored to tears. For a gang these guys weren't putting up nearly enough of a fight, maybe if he'd told them about what he'd had planned they could have gotten ready and made cutting through them worth his efforts. Dack sometimes worried himself when he got into fights like this, they showed him just how much of a savage he was, but then they ended and he could move on.

    Still, he supposed he couldn't deny that there was a certain risk in fighting an entire pub's worth of thugs, but he certainly wasn't feeling the heat yet. Khamul had taken care of getting the halfling out of there, but since then Dack hadn't caught site of him. The elf was getting tired of this, he guessed it was time to go.

    "Alright ya bunch of noodle armed punks, time to play the cutting game, if any of you can survive thirty seconds against me wins a prize, ready? GO!" Dack counted off as he swung his sword wildly, cutting apart anyone who tried to block instead of simply fleeing. Dack was strong, but he shouldn't have been hacking them up like this, this town really was too peaceful if these guys were the most dangerous gang around.

    By now he'd managed to push the crowd back enough to get them to the stairway and he was holding that position, but all wasn't well. There was the distinctive smell of Olderweed Juice coming from downstairs, far too much to be used for cooking, they planned on burning the place down. "Art, find Khamul and get him and the halfling out of here, then meet me back at the pub we started from, I'll take care of everyone down this way," he shouted.

    Art hesitatingly obeyed, now Dack could have a bit more fun. He pulled Akurai's sheath off of his hip and began to swing it like a club as he battled his way down the steps. Few still tried to nobly duel him, electing to take pot shots at him and back up when he swung, it was working well enough, but not enough to make the fight any less boring.

    As he reached the bottom of the stairs the smell of Olderweed was thick in the air, as was the smoke as they lit the flames and everyone ran out of the pub. As Dack sheathed Akurai and then moved to pursue a massive foot came through the door and knocked him through a nearby table. As Dack fought to stand he saw a hulking figure enter through the doorway, clad in armor that stank of mage craft. Dack smirked despite the pain in his back as the brute drew a cruelly designed bastard sword, things just got interesting.
     
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    lewy Lewy the lethal lunatic!

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    This took an interesting turn, Lora mused and whiped some blood of her daggers.
    She almost absentmindedly sliced the troath of a thug who got to close whle fleeing from the two "main" combatants.
    The broken star champion had joined the battle. This could, she reckoned, even the odds. A bit.
    Well, she thought and grinned, that elven bastard who had just stumbled down the stairs, swinging a great sword violently, even planless, around, shouldn't be the only one to have fun.

    She snarled, thus making the rest of the thugs aware of her, and on whose side she was on.
    A good many turned to face her, and approached her, grinning.
    If things worked out for them, they were in for a fight, followed by a gang rape in the alleyway.
    But, she sighed, things would defenitely not work out for them thugs.

    She spun to slice the groan of one, and her second dagger followed - she was dual wielding in a fancy manner now - to be planted in his chest.
    She then showed the remaining dagger into the throat of another, and, retrieving it, spun back.
    Before the first man had fallen she retrieved the dagger from his chest, and spun just in time to gently meet the sword of another.
    She lead the sword carefully, yet smoothly, away from her, and down towards the ground.
    She turned, and, in the same motion, kicked him hard in the stomach, and used the power of the impact to hurl herself at a new man, pintching his throat with both daggers.
    Then she found herself surrounded.

    She almost grinned. Now she could use her favourit tricks, which she had spent years of practising.
    The two daggers disappeared up her sleeves, after she had spun them around a few times.
    Then two knives appeared, one in each hand, seemingly from nowhere.
    They started spinning, and that, plus her nasty grin, but most due to her competitors lack of skills, the thugs stopped tightening the circle.
    Eight thugs... Two will survive this if they run...

    To the thugs eyes, who was fixed on the knives in her hands, spinning wildly, nothing changed, except that she moved her arms around her body.
    Yet two by two they died, with knives planted on vital locations throughout their bodies.
    Lora grinned. Finally she had used all her six knives. Six dead thugs. The two remaining just stood there, looking shocked.
    They didn't flee until the daggers again appeared in her hands.

    At this time only a few thugs was left in the pub.
    Most had escaped, and most who hadn't, where on their way to do so.
    There was still that champion, though. She retrieved her six knives, sending them up somewhere in her sleeves, planting them beneath her cloak, putting them back into the special pockets of her pants, and wherever they belonged again, and turned to watch that particular fight.
     
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    Knocking back one of the men with a blast of energy, Khamul suddenly noticed a farmiliar face. Art.

    Splitting a human's skull open with his hatchet, Khamul twirled around so that he was beside the man. "So Art, what's hAPpening" He forced out between chops.

    "Dack said that I should get you and the halfling and get out of here."

    Gritting his teeth Khamul shot off one last spell before running into the room with the halfling. He was gone.

    "SHIT!" Khamul swore running towards the window. He looked left then right. Not seeing a thing through the haze of night, Khamul left from the second story window, breaking his fall with his arm. Setting of an incatiation that let off a steady beam of light, Khamul yelled up to Art, "Go with Dack, I'll be back soon."

    He hoped that the elf would listen, but he didn't have time to worry. He had to find that halfling. Somehow Dack's dissapproval phased him. And Khamul didn't like that fact. Why should he care what that showboat thought? What was it about that man...

    Running further down the alley, he noticed a small imprint in a muddy patch in the road. It was about halfing size. He had to follow it up.

    I had been a few hours since it had last rained, but there were still many puddles in the dirt pathed alley. Enough for Khamul, not at all the tracker type, to follow the hobbits trail.

    It was pure luck, that the halfling had decided to rest, at yet another bar. It was a large three story complex, with large double doors leading into its main room. Entering the bar caustiously, he found it to be nearly empty, except for a few dwarves sitting along the wall, singing merrily, and the halfling sitting at the bar, drinking a small flagon of mead.

    Slowly walking up behind him, he grabbed the back of his shirt collar. "Lets go."

    Jumping from his stool, the halfling spun around and kicked Khamul in the knee cap. Khamul grinned and held tight to he shirt collar. "Let. Go of me!" the little man yelled.

    "Don't worry. I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to-."

    "Shuddup and let go'a me!" he yelled persistently. "Why if you don't......"

    Ignoring the man Khamul walked out into the still cool air, as the halfling continued ranting.

    He just hoped he could find his way back to the inn...
     
  6. I. R. Shogun

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    The big fighter took a flowery stance as Dack got back to a vertical base. Even with the point of one ear gnawed off it was clear that Dack was a high elf, and based on that the bastard seemed to think Dack was going to face him nobly in a duel for honor and to display swordsmanship. What a load of crap, Dack hardly considered himself much of an elf, and he certainly didn't give a damn about his supposedly noble blood.

    Dack had been raised by orcs, and as such he wasn't above taking advantage of any opportunity his opponent gave him, especially against someone that could kick like this guy. As the tall warrior took yet another elaborate stance Dack grabbed a chair and smashed it across the face of his opponent, making him stagger into a wall. As the armored fighter got back to his feet Dack repeated the tactic, this time getting his original goal accomplished by knocking off his foe's helmet.

    As Dack recovered from this swing the big warrior landed a heavy right cross to Dack's cheek, sending him over a table and onto the floor. Dack shook off the pain and drew Akurai, the instinct paid off as he narrowly deflected an attempt by the bigger fighter to impale him to the floor. Dack felt his free hand close around something, without time to think he hurled it at the man that stood poised to stomp on his chest.

    The taller fighter staggered back as the mug bounced heavily off of his skull giving Dack the time he needed to get up and slam the handle of Akurai into the temple of the large human. As the man staggered forward Dack took the liberty of slamming yet another chair into his back, spilling the human across the floor. As the human got to a knee Dack put him down again with a hard kick to the thug's head, the desired effect being to knock him out. Instead this blow only succeeded in making the human very angry.

    He turned and swung his sword with all of his might, Dack managed to duck this, only to catch the flat of the blade to the side of his head on the humans back swing. As the human prepared to pin Dack to the ground at the end of his sword Dack threw up his heel, landing a punishing blow to the humans groin and causing him to collapse and drop his sword.

    Dack got up and pushed the human onto his back and began to rain down punches, he was starting to really feel the heat, he needed to end this fight soon. It seemed the armored human had the same idea, as the heat seemed to be cooking him alive within his protective plating. In one last ditch effort he exploded up from the ground, bringing Dack with him.

    The humans hands closed around Dack's throat and he lifted Dack into the air before slamming him down onto one of the only sections of the bar that wasn't burning. Dack struggled to take in air, but it was no good, this man was squeezing the life out of him. Dack's hand searched for a weapon, having dropped Akurai when the human rose. His hand closed around a salt shaker, good enough.

    He slammed the shaker into the eye and temple of the human with enough force to crush the glass. The human screamed and recoiled in pain, Dack seized the opportunity, grabbing a mug of a particularly foul smelling concoction and threw it in the humans face, adding insult to injury before he threw the man face first into the burning section of the bar. Dack didn't check to see if he'd stayed dead, not yet at least. Akurai was a soul drinker, meaning with each kill it made it returned some strength to its wielder.

    Dack pulled out as much of the glass as he could from his hand, then rammed the sword into the unarmored side of the human. The bleeding didn't stop, but it slowed enough through a combination of salt and magic that it would stabilize. He staggered out of the tavern, not looking to see about anyone within, only hoping that the others got out before it collapsed as he got about halfway down the street.
     
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    lewy Lewy the lethal lunatic!

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    Lora had pulled the high elf to safety a couple of streets away, and now watched his wound with a sceptical frown.
    Really, she had to admit, she sucked at wounds. Healing them, that was. She knew very well how to inflict them.
    She also had a general knowledge about wounds. This wound in the hand wouldn't be fatal. She recognized a killing wound when she saw one.
    She was, however, concerned about the high elfs allies. There had been two or three of them, depending on wether you counted the halfling as an ally.
    They would have to come looking for the high elf.
    Therefore she peeked out around the street corner every so often, to look for them.

    In the mean time, she waited for the high elf to regain consciousnes, and for an explanation of sorts, she reckoned.
     
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    Even on the cold night air Lucan could smell the scent of charred wood. Ahead the stars where blocked out, and a golden haze was painted on the clouds of smoke. A Fire seethed within the town somewhere. Through it all Lucan could sense the malice and the fear being exuded by the flames. In days long past it was a feeling that spurred him to action, but in this time he felt no motive to attend to the needy.

    He saw people for what they are, the guilty eyes that mirrored his heart, they were all flawed and what right did they have to demand salvation when they could not fight to save themselves? Such people deserves the damnation they had sown, and Lucan was content to let them die.

    Chatrakan dictated each inaction was the perversion of the righteous path, a crime in of itself, blood spilt unquestioned was equally on his hands as it was upon the killer’s. Lucan had not stopped believing his old ways, he simply did not care, the crimes he would be judged for stood to damn him, and he knew he deserved it.

    To think that so much suffering came of love, it was a tragedy that he bore alone, a black mark on his soul. He was cursed to walk the lands with this burden until fate took him. But there was one chance left, to find the one.

    Lucan had found his way into the village while he thought, and now he stood watching the embers of a large building burning furiously. The scent of burning flesh hung in the air, the building had not been empty. For a moment Lucan pondered who had died, women? children? Did it even matter.

    He shrugged and turned to walk away, but amongst the shadows of the night, Lucan was not alone.
     
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    Art stood on a nearby rooftop and watched the inn burn. He felt no remorse. The gang members were fools to stand in front of them. He surveyed the streets below, but saw no sign of Dack, Khamul, or the halfling. Art then had a thought. When he first met Dack, his eye found a magical aura surrounding his sword. Art tapped into his eye's power and scanned the area.

    At first he found nothing, but when he looked harder, he caught sight of Dack's weapon's aura. It was on the rooftop of a building near the inn, a mere 50 meters away from his current position. Following the light, Art jumped from rooftop to rooftop, silent as a shadow, his cloak flying out behind him. He reached the rooftop, but as soon as he landed, he darted behind a nearby chimney.

    He peered around the corner of the brick and stared at the woman sitting next to the unconcious form of Dack. He nervously drummed his fingers on one of the hilts of his daggers. Was she a threat? Was she an ally? Art had no way of telling. But he didn't drop his guard however, not in the least. He slowly and silently walked out of the cover of the chimney.

    Suddenly, the woman spun around and threw two wicked looking knives at Art. He rolled under them and drew his shortswords. He backed away. The woman threw more knives at him. He parried two and jumped to the side to avoid the third. As soon as he rose from the dive, she was upoun him, they were bladelocked. Using the same manuever he used in the inn, he dropped and kicked her legs out from under her. She rolled backwards, but he kept up the assault, kneeing her in the stomach. When she keeled over, he gave her an uppercut to the jaw. She fell back.

    He strode over to her, picked her up by her collar, and threw her against the chimney. He drew his daggers and pinned her shirt to the chimeny. She stared at him with venom in her eyes. She struggled, but was unable to break free.

    "Now." Art said. "What the hell was that?"
     
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    lewy Lewy the lethal lunatic!

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    Lora soon understood struggling was useless, and sighed.
    She kept on being defiant, and refused to speak until he slapped her.

    "Hrmpf! And who are so you, mister, to do such a thing to an innocent woman?"

    His cold look made her look away.

    "OK, OK. I was watching the high elf here. Waiting for him to wake up to tell me why on earth I had to kill who knows how many thugs in that burnt building."

    She refused to say anything more, and in the silence she located almost all her knives so that she could retrieve them when he eventually let her lose.
     
  11. I. R. Shogun

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    Dack stirred then woke with a start. He immediately took in everything, they were on a rooftop, him and Art and... some girl. He slowly got up to his feet, only to crash to a knee, he was still hurt, dammit. He felt his leg, it'd been wrapped, by whom he wasn't sure, but judging by their current position Dack had a feeling the girl had something to do with it.

    Art ran to his side, "Dack are you alright?"

    "I'll be fine," Dack answered as he checked the wound, stable, Akurai had done its job. "Who's the girl?"

    "I don't know, I just got here," said Art.

    Dack nodded, "Let her down."

    "How do we know we can trust her?" asked Art.

    "I sure as hell didn't get up here on my own with this leg," Dack said.

    "Okay..." said Art as he pulled his blades free, letting Lora down.

    Dack propped himself up on his scabbard so he could stand. "I figure I should say thanks since you must've helped me out. But I figure there's a more appropriate thing I should ask first, what should I call you?"

    The girl looked at him with something like fear in her eyes. "I... Lora..." she muttered.

    "Well Lora, the name is Dack, Dack Keeneyes. Thanks for, whatever you must've had to go through to get me up here," said Dack, studying the girl and knowing full well she couldn't have had any easy task getting someone his size up there with her tiny frame.

    "Anyway, in the commotion back there we lost our mage and our thief, and I figure you know this town better than either of us, and I owe you a little protection for a while at least. So what do you say, care to join us and help us find our crew?" Dack asked.
     
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    lewy Lewy the lethal lunatic!

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    Lora took a deep breath as she hit the ground.
    She looked bewildered at the two strange people, and sighed.
    She murmured something about "nothing better to do," and rose.

    She looked away.

    "Very well, I just need to find my knives."

    She collected the two knives laying on the roof before jumping gracefully down to the ground, and disappeared.
    Finding the knives took her just a few moments as she knew more or less where she had thrown them, but she didn't return at once.
    She needed to distance herself a bit.
    Suddenly she had been part of some kind of crew, after dragging that heavy high elf up on the roofs. They seemed to be some kind of adventurers.
    But what she really needed to distance herself from, and take in slowly, was defeat.
    It was bitter. Very. It didn't matter that the guy had used dirty tricks. She had been unprepared. And that was bitter. If she had been defeated after doing her best she would have accepted it, but...

    The faint breeze was chilling, and she soon relaxed.
    She had messed up. She was lucky it hadn't gotten any more dire consequences than it had...
    She sat down and rested, leaning against a wall. She needed to calm down, be one with the void... Let all thoughts float away...
    Defeat exists not... Unprepared is unheard of... Void...

    After a while she returned to the others. They could notice she was... sad.

    "So, do you feel ready to go.. Dack?" she said tiredly, carefully avoiding to look at Art.
     
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    Art turned from the two and looked over the city. The inn was still blazing, and he could make out the figures of people, probably gang members, running, screaming, out of the premises. Art smiled inwardly. It was always fun to see fools get what they deserved. Art put his thumb and index finger on each side of his chin, stroking the stubble that was there. A though occured to him.

    "You." he called, turning around and looking at the woman. "What did you say your name was?"

    "L- Lora.." she said, not meeting his eyes.

    Art frowned in thought. "Did you have any affiliation with this gang at all? Why were you there?" She looked as if she could have struck him with lightning right then and there, she would have done it. She stayed silent.

    "Come on, I want to know."

    He waited for a response.
     
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    lewy Lewy the lethal lunatic!

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    Lora considered throwing her knives at him. Instead she threw him a snarl, and decided she had nothing to lose to answer him.

    "I did a few... tasks for them earlier, and they let me stay on their turf. That, and they knew they couldn't chase me off... I recon they won't be happy to see me again, after killing so many of them... And you guys... Why were you in there? Are you nuts? You can't just walk into such a place like that!"

    She blushed as she realised she sounded all too motherly...
    She spat on the ground, and muttered something about "bloody fools".
     
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    Silluin walked alone. She had walked alone for so many years, but never felt more infinitely alone than she did now. He was dead. Dead like her parents. Dead like Burz... dead. Every person she had ever... Her thoughts were interrupted by something running out of the trees at her.

    "I wondered when you'd catch up." It was Telfaë, her loving horse. She nuzzled Silluin's head with her snout. "Yeah yeah, I'll be fine. As long as I have you, I can get over anything... can't I?"

    As she walked outside the forest she wondered to herself how she was supposed to keep what she promised to Vaden. "Promise me this, whatever happens, live a happy life, and never feel sorrow when you think of me.... my berothak..." How was she supposed to be happy? She had never been happy until she met him. He taught her how to speak common.. how to open up.. how to... "my berothak..." What did that mean?

    Silluin kicked the grass. Now she was supposed to find his brother, Dack. She was feeling hopeless...

    She began to think so loud that it hurt... Why do I care? Why did I ever care? I'll get revenge. That's what I'll do. No more will I be weak because of my emotions. I am callous now. No one will ever see me cry.

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    Night soon crept upon Silluin. She did stop. Telfaë was tired though... but Silluin was not ready for sleep. She did not want to know what her dreams would bring her. Finally exhaustion took over. She hadn't slept since they sent Vaden's body down the river. She disbanded from the group immediately, telling them that this quest was for her alone and that if Illuvitar was willing, they would meet again. Now, in this new darkness she slept, finally...

    Silluin experienced exactly what she had feared.. Geg and the Grinner, were dancing around her, laughing and mocking her. Telling her that she killed Vaden. Then out of the darkness came Vaden, vanishing the demons and brining light into her dream. He took her hand and spoke to her in Uruk Hai... "Don't worry, you did not kill me. Do not seek revenge or make your heart callous... seek happiness.. seek my brother.. berothak"

    Silluin jumped up off of the ground and startled Telfaë. "Let's go, come on, we have a lot of ground to cover." She jumped on her horses back, and they were off.

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    Three days and two nights she traveled with rest only for the sake of Telfaë. On the third night she felt at peace, knowing that she was close to finding Dack. She rode at a quicker speed. Finally, she came upon a town. She could see smoke rising into the night air... smiling, she knew that destruction had a occurred, and if Dack was anything like his brother, that was a sign that he was there.

    Silluin rode into the town at break neck speeds, and came to a building where there were people sitting on the roof.. she dismounted, completely aware that the strangers were eying her. She yelled up to the roof in orcish...

    "He is dead."
     
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    Dack smirked, "I've gone into worse places than that with less backup than I had. And hell, I haven't died so far. To answer the question about my sanity, well, wouldn't surprise me if I had a screw or two loose. Anyway, we aught to get down from here, Khamul and the halfling aren't going to find themselves."

    As he hobbled toward the side of the roof there came a sudden voice, one that he'd never heard before, but he felt that he knew, "He is dead."

    Dack felt a chill run up his spine, he looked at the others, they had no idea where it had come from. For the first time since the last day he'd seen the eagle he thought of Vaden, his brother. Could that be the person that this voice, which belonged to a lone woman who stood in the street next to a horse, spoke? There was only one way to find out.

    "M'lady, I must ask of whom you speak, I've met many people in my travels, and the same can be said of my companions. Judging by the look of you you aren't a seer of the end of times, so you must speak of someone we know, so tell me, who, exactly is dead?" Dack shouted down.

    "First I must ask who you are, so I know if you're the one I must tell," she answered.

    Dack shrugged, fair enough, "My name is Dack Keeneyes, the elf who was raised among ogre kin."

    "Then you are the one I'm looking for," answered the woman. "My name is Silluin, and I am the last person who spoke to your brother before he died."

    Dack stood for a moment in stunned silence, so it was true, that feeling he'd felt for so long was true. He looked to the woman, "Give me a minute, we'll be right down." Dack motioned to the others with his neck, then as they began to descend from the roof Dack put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. A moment passed and suddenly a large bird appeared and landed on the roof before him. Dack slowly climbed on top of the beast and it quickly flew down to the ground.

    Dack got down and limped over to the young seemingly elvish girl and spoke, "So the old war horse is finally gone eh? I suppose that means I aught to finish his business. Before we go any further though, I think I better ask, how'd he go out?"
     
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    "So the old war horse is finally gone eh? I suppose that means I aught to finish his business. Before we go any further though, I think I better ask, how'd he go out?"

    Silluin's face showed no emotion. She studied his hands. Similar to his brothers, though there was portrayed a bit more arrogance than Vaden had. Silluin did not like arrogance... He stared at her, she could feel him trying to pierce her mind with his thoughts, but she learned how to block Vaden out, so she was not fearful of being discovered. Her heart sank at thoughts of Vaden and how he died saving her, but still she showed no emotion.

    "Before we speak of that.. I should let you know something about me. Maybe in the future you will learn more of me. I am a special race. There are few of us in the world today... I am a Hobbit-Elf, and I posses magic none other posses... I am sure you are accustomed to such things, given your background. I was with your brother for quite a while. We journeyed and fought many foes together. He was the bravest ... being that I have ever come across. Vaden died saving a friend in our company. He called his friend 'berothak' once before he died... do you know what that means?"

    Silluin felt stupid asking it in such a way. She knew it was tactless, but at this point, she did not care. She spoke to him only in Uruk, to ensure that no one else could understand. Unless asked, she would not let on that she knew any other language. She noticed another female with them. She did not like being in company with other women. She felt as though they viewed her as inferior.

    The others stared at her, but Silluin waited patiently for a response from Dack. She gazed into his eyes... they were like Vaden's... It hurt her deeply to look into them, but she was becoming numb to pain, and held his gaze to gain his respect, if anything. She didn't want anyone thinking she was weak minded.
     
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    Dack nodded at her explaination, until she came to one word, a word Dack knew Vaden wouldn't use unless the person he mentioned was extremely important to him. Dack's eyes widened in shock as she said it, the only word in all the tongues of the orcs that hadn't been corrupted at some point or another. She asked what it meant, not a surprise, even a person who knew Uruk wasn't likely to know that word.

    "Berothak is a hard word to translate, literally it means wildflower, but the closest equivalent to what it means in that context is 'cherished love,'" answered Dack, keeping to Uruk hai since she clearly wanted her meaning hidden. "This person was, precious to my brother, I can tell you that much." Dack was tempted to ask who the person was, but that would have to wait, there was a lot aside from that that they needed to discuss.

    "I'm sorry to say that the last few encounters I had with Vaden, barring the very most recent weren't good ones, I'm glad to know he was able to feel again," Dack paused as he said this, it seemed to strike a cord. He wondered if she'd learned about the lich. "If you were friends with him during a time where he was more himself than he was before the Secca incident then I'm certain you're the type of person I'd want helping me out in my quest, and while I've never met a hobbit-elf before in person, I've never heard a bad thing about them either. So it may be a bit forward, but how about you tag along with us lot for at least a little while? We're looking for some of ours, and I'd be honored if someone who'd been able to call Vaden something good was with me for a change."
     
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    Silluin stared at Dack... unsure of what to say or how to act, but she remained stoic. "Excuse me for a moment, I need to speak with my steed." Dack nodded and she walked off into the shadows with Telfaë.

    "Are you up for an adventure?" she whispered in Quenya... Telfaë snorted in approval. Silluin was in disbelief... So it was true... Vaden did love her. Why did he have to die? Woe was her... Time was a cruel and foul mistress... She hardened her heart, returned to her previous demeanor, and approached Dack.

    "I will most certainly join you. I won't 'tag along' though. I will be with you until the end of your quest, that is for sure. I have a quest of my own as well, that I am sure will end up being a part of yours. Tonight we should rest. I can see that you are wounded, and I need to rest my horse. We traveled the lengths and breadths of this land searching for you. Your brother asked me to keep almost impossible promises, but this one proved to be quite possible." Silluin was quite proud of the fact that her Uruk was flawless. It took her quite a long time to learn it well... and her Common was just as good, but no one needed to know that yet.

    Dack nodded... but before he turned to the others, Silluin placed her hand on his arm. "I'll have you know that anyone who speaks poorly of Vaden in my company will quickly meet their end."

    In her heart, the deepest part of it... she wanted to trust Dack. But she would not let her guard down.
     
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    Dack smirked as she mentioned the last part, "Then we're agreed. A rest is certainly in order, with this bum leg I wouldn't be making it too far. Hopefully Khamul will be able to find us later, I think you and I should probably talk, and I'd like to get to know the rest of our compatriots a little better. I'm also betting they all want to get to know me a bit better before we go pulling any more stunts like the last one if they're going to be in for the long haul."

    Silluin nodded, Dack was curious what other languages she knew, after all he himself was an anomaly as an elf who could speak every tongue of the orcs, but he'd managed to expand his pallet a good deal since back in the days on the steppes. Judging by the fact that she wasn't a slave she almost had to know other languages aside from Uruk, and if she'd traveled with Vaden she almost had to know common. He shrugged it off, if it really mattered they'd find out wouldn't they.

    "Alright you two, this is Silluin, she's a friend of the family, so I expect you two to treat her with the utmost respect since she's going to be accompanying us on our quest. Now at this point I'm sure you'd both like an explaination as to why you two should come with me, and just what exactly we're trying to do. So we're going to head back to the pub where we started all of this."

    This was a strange group to Dack. He was used to traveling in companies that couldn't have hoped to pass for anything but adventurers. But with this lot everyone had some elven heritage, so they all had at least some look of a normal group. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but upon recalling how easy they'd always been to track in the old days he decided it was a nice change.

    Art and Lora walked a few steps behind him even as he hobbled along. He didn't know if they were uncertain of whether they still wanted to follow in all this or if that was just some sort of odd tribute to their default leader. This wasn't the case with Silluin. Without any signs of fear she walked right along next to him, he eyes fixed straight ahead. Dack couldn't help but admire that, no wonder she and Vaden got along, she treated him as an equal rather than falling back in awe. That was something Dack couldn't himself recall happening to Vaden much.

    In time they managed to find the same pub they'd started out in. The crowd had changed but its composition was the same. It was a large intermingling of all manner of races, making it an idea place for everyone to get a feel for each other. Dack hadn't been to many places that were this neutral before, and as a result he was largely surprised at how easy finding this one had been. They all sat at a large table, keeping two seats open for Khamul and the halfling.

    "Now, I figure you all want to know why I've called all of you together here right? Well a while back I had a run in with an air pirate named Silver Max. Just before Max and I parted ways he mentioned that his boss, Daemar Husgath has his eyes set on an old spell book called The Verse of Vorgoth. I'm not sure about the exact details, but according to my contacts in the Temple of Bliss that book is bad news, and so they hired me on to stop Husgath from getting his mitts on it," Dack said first in common, then in Uruk, figuring if Silluin did know common she must not have wanted them to know it yet.

    He gave them a moment to let this sink in before he continued, "The last records of the Verse put it somewhere in the Kuttar Depths, one of the nastiest valleys in the land, with some of the nastiest dungeon diving stories. Add into that that air pirates aren't the friendliest fellers around and this is going to be a reasonably dangerous quest. So now that you all know what you're getting into I'll give you one more chance to back out. You guys in, or are you out?"